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Nothing's Changed
02:27
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so we’ve hit the road again
traveling south then west
towards the green mountains
and everyone is there
but you with whom i’d share
my dearest threats
while we’re busy drawing plans
about seeing something grand
discovering a new place
nothing’s really changed
blindness and disdain
we’re still the same
now, you’re there we met again
one week spent to wait
six hours on a train
and i know i was late
but i could not expect
such an outrage
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2. |
The Perfect Place
02:48
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i don’t see nowhere to run
i don’t see nowhere to hide
right there into the wild
right there, into this span
i don’t see nowhere to meet
i’m not part of any fleet
right there, up in the wild
a king, a nation of one
and the hills are so high
the mountain is so calm
crickets chirping fine
but i can never find
the perfect place
(my name’s not Moriarty, my name’s not Cassady)
i sense no time to waste
that’s fine to my taste
still, i grow tired and clueless
i keep on acting reckless
the mountain is so calm
stars are shining bright
crickets chirping fine
but i will never find the perfect place
hey, someone show me how
to flee wrath and sorrow
i’m coming short of hope
‘cause i’m frantic
on this ideal slope
(my name’s not Cassady, my name’s not Moriarty)
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3. |
Moderato Volubile
02:04
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i have stopped a thousand times
that’s when you start to scowl at me
‘cause i'm slow…
and i'm not out of breath
step after step, i'm here to find
the spot for the next picture
this is not a hike
… it’s a safari satire
and i concede that my stride was inconsistent
i used to climb smoothly, with my hands vacant
there’s a path winding to spain
where stones read many names,
they’re all over the place
… i recollect them all
i remember two lovers about to become drunk
i come to hope that our talks weren’t as discordant
i’m certainly a better mate when i’m moderate
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4. |
Likely
02:14
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we are likely to let this thing happen
and i don’t see how there could be the slightest improvement
see how proud and bold we look right now
and we know where to find a wall, a fathomless façade
i recall boasting like in the books
and i’ll admit that this was my worst behaviour to date
still, we can join at the head of a trail
have a nice day, have a meal at the lake
climb up to meet gray horses and the goats
come across a salamander in the grass
we may even have a laugh at our mistakes
that’s, when everything wasn’t broken yet
and i’m pretty sure that some things can’t be repaired
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Bewildered
03:40
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step further away, mum
your feet are out of the frame
once again?! i forgot to set the timer
let's climb another pass
just walk on your own pace
yes, we're tired, we don't need no reason why
i stare at pictures
a family of four
and a silly pose
it was a good time
i wanted more than this
more summits on the list
mere exhaustion bliss
i had a good time
step further away dad
five years later, added blight
and no-one remembers where and why
i came to realize
right there, at shower time
that delight is better sour than gone
i stare at pictures
a family of four
and a silly pose
it was a good time
i lost my temper
i screamed in anger
had I become wiser
this wouldn't be past-time
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6. |
One at a Time
02:25
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you light the candles, one at a time
they end up extinct, one at a time
there's thousands of moths, there, outside
stuck on street lamps, they're gonna die
should they have stared at the western door
they would have known what doom was like before
i never sought to see a nave this late
i didn't have to flee the saracens
priests and tympanum, they work on faith
bare stone and stained glass, both colourless
i came for the man who paints it black
and it smelt like wax, we fight pitch dark
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7. |
Big Birds
03:00
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i won't tell that i was ready for that
the birds, they're large,
they fly right above our heads,
and as a child i learnt my lesson well
i won't tell that i was ready for that,
the birds, they're dark,
they fly right above our heads
and as a child i learnt that they're a bad omen
but i don't care
but i won't care
it must be there, deep down in my spine
i can't stop looking at them
come closer to the cliff
have a better glance at their bald heads
i do like it there
i do like it there
i do miss them now
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Onze Lyon, France
I'm Pierre.
I like pop, I like folk, I like ambiant stuff.
I like to spend time alone in my bedroom to record the mixture of pop, folk and ambiant the most reflective of my mood.
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